Boss is pretty boss

21 Nov
Boss food

Rather than using plates, food is placed in paper “snack sacks” and presented on an aluminum tray.

Note: Today was supposed to be the day we visited Cape Cod (the restaurant, not the beach community on the East Coast), but since a new place just opened and is technically up Solano, we decided to eat there now rather than return to it after we’ve eaten our way down to San Pablo Ave.

Boss is Albany’s brand new offering at 1187 Solano Ave that is striving to be a classic American burger joint. It’s an order-at-the-counter kind of place where they call your number so you can retrieve your food and appears to be doing a fair share of takeout business as well. It was hopping when George and I wandered in there.

Boss decorThe décor appears to be an homage to what passed for ultra-modern in the sixties, judging by the clock and surrounding artwork that look like they came straight from the Jetsons’ living room.

The menu is simple and straightforward: burgers, hot dogs, fries, chili, a fried chicken sandwich, and a mixed greens salad. Prices are reasonable, and portions are too. These are not the half-pound behemoths that leave you feeling stuffed. Beverages include sodas, fresh-squeezed lemonade, beer, and wine. They also serve ice cream.

When I ordered my sandwich,  I was asked to specify which “Boss sauce” I wanted. The young woman taking my order explained that my options included spicy and regular. After a bit of prying, I was able to get a little more clarification. The regular sauce is a concoction of mustard, mayo, and a pinch of horseradish. The spicy is just the regular sauce with some habanero. Despite the inclusion of mayonnaise, I went for the spicy sauce but asked for them to keep it light, which they did.

Boss was created by Jon Guhl (who also started Little Star Pizza, which is on the same block), and Ryan Murff, who is a bartender, chef, and owner of the Northbrae Bottle Shop in Berkeley. Their mission is to focus on local, organic ingredients and use hormone-free and non-gmo products. You can find a list of their suppliers on their website. They grind their locally sourced fresh beef each day and make all their crinkle-cut fries from Kennebec potatoes on site.

Boss kitchenIn fact, I sat in the back facing the window that looks onto the kitchen, where I got to see the hardworking staff in action, including the woman who had to stand on a stool to get the proper leverage on the handle of the patty maker.

I quite enjoyed my fried chicken sandwich and lemonade, as well as the fries George and I shared. The sauce was spicy but not too spicy, and I didn’t really notice the mayo component that much. George liked his double burger with American cheese and bacon, but by the time he got to the bottom of the sandwich, much of the cheese had melted onto the paper holder, so he’s thinking he’ll skip the cheese next time. George was not asked how he wanted his burger cooked, so I’m guessing by its color  that they are all cooked medium. 

It was not a quiet place, but to be fair, we were sitting behind a table of Albany High kids. At one point, one of the girls yelled “Woo hoo!” I didn’t ask if she was responding to her lunch or to a comment made by one of the other girls. George commented that if you don’t like teen spirit, you probably shouldn’t go there for lunch on a school day.

I have to admit that their website would have greatly benefited from a copyeditor. Here’s an excerpt:

Most of our ingredients will come from California farms and when we not can’t find it, we will always source vegetables that will be best subsitute considering our ridged standarts.

I’m not sure how standards (or standarts, whatever those are) can be ridged exactly, but their hearts are in the right place, and the food is tasty, so I will try not to hold their typos against them…


Trip to Walnut Creek ruined a perfectly good bad mood

17 Nov
Dean Lesher center

Dean Lesher Regional Center for the Arts

There were definitely activities I would have preferred to making a trek into Walnut Creek to exchange a theater ticket, and I admit that I resented the Lesher Center for the Arts for putting me in the position of having to drive through the Caldecott Tunnel twice on an otherwise beautiful Sunday.

Of course it was my own fault. I had bought tickets to the play over a month ago without checking our family’s master calendar.

“Do you really have to go to the BDPNN meeting that night?” I’d asked hopefully.

Dave’s apologetic smile said it all. He’s on the board of Berkeley’s Disaster Preparedness Neighborhood Network (I think that’s what it stands for), and it would be in bad form to skip out on a meeting to go to the theater, even if it is to see our friend Charlie in the starring role.

So I called the box office and spoke to Trevor, who asked me if I was a subscriber. No, I’m not. (I didn’t follow up with the snotty question: why would I subscribe to a theater in Walnut Creek when I live in Berkeley where there is great theater both here and close by in San Francisco?) “Then you’ll have to come in to the box office to exchange your tickets.” I asked if I couldn’t just make the exchange over the phone, to which he replied no.

So I wasn’t liking Trevor or Dean Lesher. I don’t actually know who Dean Lesher is, but his namesake seemed unreasonable, so he suffers by association.

And of course I put it off to nearly the last day, which means that our seats were guaranteed to be way to the side and in the back of the auditorium.

But I got in my car and headed east, resigned to losing an hour and a half of my life. (And of course, it’s also a waste of gas. So the Dean Lesher Center for the Arts was responsible for expanding my carbon footprint as well.)Caldecott

While I was forking over the exchange fee, I inquired why I wasn’t allowed to make this transaction over the phone. The woman behind the counter assured me that I could have, since I’d bought the tickets online.

“But Trevor said I couldn’t exchange them by phone because I wasn’t a subscriber,” I informed her.

“Did you tell him you’d bought them online?”

“No, but he didn’t ask…”

Grrr…I’d already paid to use the parking garage there (Walnut Creek’s parking meters run on Sundays too!), so I figured I might as well eat lunch before I drove back through the tunnel. I asked the woman at the box office for a recommendation and set off for a place a few blocks away called Tender Greens.

I had a delicious but healthy roast veggie salad and an apple crisp for dessert (to reward myself for having such a healthy entrée). It was a lovely day, so I opted for an outside table, where a woman approached me and introduced herself. Jennifer enjoys buying scratcher lottery tickets; but once she wins the money, she gives it away. Today I was the recipient of her winnings. She handed me a five-dollar bill with a smile.

I wish I had asked if she had criteria for choosing her beneficiaries, but I was taken by surprise and didn’t think of that question until later. Maybe she sensed that I had categorized my trip to Walnut Creek that particular day as unnecessary and therefore a tad annoying, and she wanted to either make it up to me or defend her homeland (assuming she lived there). Whatever her reason was, I did feel more positive about my trek, and that warm feeling stayed with me as I walked back to the garage.

Maybe Walnut Creek isn’t such a bad place. Dean Lesher’s once-tarnished reputation was rescued.

As a postscript, let me say that because it was not earned, I felt an obligation to give away the money I’d received. So when I attended a free Berkeley Broadway Singers’ concert later that afternoon, I dropped the bill in the basket being passed around to offset the cost of running the non-profit chorus. I figured there was a certain symmetry in there somewhere, connecting theater and music, Walnut Creek and Berkeley, and fixing a sour attitude.

Little Star is truly a star!

14 Nov
pesto thin crust

pesto onion artichoke heart thin crust pizza

Today’s outing to Little Star Pizza involved a larger party than usual because my daughter and her best friend, Rachel, joined us. Located on the corner of Solano and Stannage (1175 Solano), Little Star has a beautiful dining area, including outdoor seating that is shielded from wind by a transparent screen. Since it was a gorgeous sunny day, half the group was hoping to sit outside. However, the tables outside really only accommodate up to four. So our resourceful waiter opened up the large windows and seated us next to them. That way, the sun lovers sat next to the window, and those who preferred shade sat at the end of the table that was out of the sun.

We got a carafe of water right away, which was an excellent beginning in my book. I also ordered the bottomless iced tea, which got refilled twice without my having to seek out our waiter. (Bonus points!)

We started with bacon-wrapped dates, which were amazing. Our crowd’s only suggestion for that dish was that more balsamic vinegar would have been nice, or as Rachel put it: “it needed to be all up in there and everywhere.” Agreed.

Rachel at Little Star

Rachel regaled us with a humorous story in which became trapped in her jumper while attempting to take off the shirt beneath. Here is a partial demonstration of said attempt.

Because I’m fundamentally against gorgonzola cheese, I substituted feta in their mixed salad, and it was delish. Rachel dubbed the dressing “perfect,” though a few of us would have liked a tad more of it.

The garlic bread is unlike any you will get anywhere else. It is the true essence of garlic bread, in that it is simply fresh, warm bread served with roasted garlic and soft butter. And rather than serve it in the head so that you have to get all sticky trying to dig out the garlic, Little Star serves the garlic cloves already extracted and in a ramekin for your convenience. When we ran out of bread, Rachel started popping them in her mouth whole—that’s how good they were.

The musical selection was pleasing, even though I would not call myself a country music lover. I didn’t even know Johnny Cash did a cover of Neil Young’s “Heart of Gold”…

Ah, but the true star at Little Star is the pizza itself, with its yummy cornmeal crust. We got one deep dish with fresh basil and one thin crust with onions, artichoke hearts, and pesto. I can testify that both were quite tasty.

I should mention that both the college students observed that our waiter was cute, which might be a whole different motive for eating at Little Star on a Friday. I just know that he was very pleasant and kept me sufficiently hydrated.

thick crust pizza

a thick-crust pizza with fresh basil

Because our daughter Kylie sees the world through a feminist lens—I’m so proud!—she noted that the waiter did not automatically present the check to either of the two men on the shady end of the table but instead placed the bill in the empty spot where a sixth person would have sat. So we applaud our waitperson’s dedication to promoting equality! (And I was the one who paid, after all.)

We ordered our food, basically ate four courses, and were all done in forty-five minutes, so this could even be a destination for someone who has a strict lunch hour and a more regular work schedule than our crowd of self-employed, work-at-home types and students.

I think George summed it up well: “It was a very nice experience.”


Cafe Raj doesn’t quite cut it

13 Nov
cafe raj

front: George’s goat dish; back: Dave’s butter chicken


Dave and his lassi

Last week George, Dave, and I made our way to Café Raj at 1158 Solano Ave. in Albany, which specializes in North Indian and Pakistani cuisine. The atmosphere is casual but nice, and they have a fairly extensive menu, though they don’t offer any lunch specials.

Dave was intrigued by the variety of lassi available. (Is the plural of lassi “lassis”?) He asked if he could have a taste of the mint-cumin lassi before committing to a whole glass, but the waitperson said because they have to make each one individually, getting a taste was out of the question. Dave was feeling adventurous, but I doubt he will ever make that particular mistake again. The lassi was salty and had little other flavor. I couldn’t even taste the yogurt.

cafe raj poem

Cafe Raj decor

While we waited for our food, I spied an unusual item tacked on the wall near our table. At closer inspection, it appeared to be a poem and a picture. I don’t know the significance of either one, and I forgot to ask about them. But if you find out, let me know. There must be some story there.

The appetizer we ordered to share was an order of onion bajias, described as “Indian-spiced onion rings,” which piqued my interest. Twenty minutes after we ordered, something akin to onion pakora arrived. To be clear, I love pakora and I love onion rings. But I did not like these. Dave and George ate them though.

George rather liked his goat dish, but neither Dave nor I were terribly impressed with our entrees. Dave asked for his butter chicken to be medium spicy, but it had no heat at all. My ground beef and potato aloo keema were dry and bland. And I did not let myself be swayed by their less-than-appetizing appearance, which, because of their log shape, looked a bit too much like something a small dog might leave behind.

my entrée

I couldn’t get the attention of the waitstaff to replenish my water glass either. Dave finally had to call rather loudly in the direction of the kitchen to get someone’s attention. Of course he had to wait until the obnoxious phone stopped ringing to be heard. (The ring itself was jarring enough, but they could have at least  adjusted the volume so it didn’t blast customers’ eardrums.)

I can’t really recommend Café Raj.

On a positive note, we were provided with a large amount of rice that was perfectly good, so I packaged it up to take home. The next day I had it with some yummy leftover chicken from House of Curries for lunch. So it wasn’t all bad…

Seattle bookstore sparks memories of Pegasus

12 Nov

Jacqueline’s new home

I’m expanding my content by featuring a friend who recently moved from Berkeley to Seattle, Jacqueline Volin. We have similar interests, including books, food, and theater. Her first post refers to an event that is close to my heart. Read on…

After work the other day I went to the University Book Store to pick up a book recommended to me by an acquaintance. I’m between books and have been disappointed by the ones I’ve chosen for myself recently, so I thought I’d give this one a try. I like the University Book Store—“Indie since 1900”—and tend to buy all my books there, notwithstanding the many options in bookstore-rich Seattle, for partially selfish reasons: It’s convenient (right near work), it has an impressive breadth of offerings (it’s big, being both the bookstore of record for UW and a reliable go-to for the general public), and it gives me a 10 percent rebate once a year just for having a UW ID card. It’s like an REI dividend, only I actually can buy the whole of something with it.

On my way to the sci-fi section—the book recommended to me was to be found there—I got waylaid by the wealth of calendars stacked three-deep on shelves wrapping all around the stairwell. It’s that time of year when I am on the alert for gifts to send my niece and nephew (twelve and nine, this time around), and I thought a calendar for each would be a nice start. I enjoyed perusing the selection, arrayed according to those time-honored categories: fine art, idealized foreign countries, nature, humor, animals (and the inevitable subcategory, baby animals), gardening, outer space . . .

I chose one for my niece (wolves), one for my nephew (photos from the Hubble telescope), and one for me (Japanese woodblock prints), and although I’m pleased with them, after spending forty-five bucks on three calendars, I find myself keenly nostalgic for Earth’s Biggest Calendar Sale.

Cal_sale_2013_4_webWhen I lived in Berkeley, I walked past Pegasus on Shattuck most every day. It was my go-to bookstore. New, used, remaindered: most of the books I bought came from Pegasus. I still have the little scrolled certificate, tied with ribbon, that I was awarded by Hogwarts–East Bay Campus for buying Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince there. I think it also was a coupon, but I couldn’t bring myself to use it.

Anyway, Earth’s Biggest Calendar Sale. I have a friend whose New Years Day tradition is to go to Pegasus on Solano and come home with an armload of calendars. Little ones for the bathrooms, poster-size ones for the dining room, regular-size ones for the kitchen and bedrooms . . . It wasn’t till I saw the calendars all over her house that I realized what a nice idea it is, hanging lots of them around. Not out of an obsessive preoccupation with the passage of time, but for the fresh burst of visual art it brings with just enough frequency that you get to enjoy each image before it comes time to turn the page.

I never managed to get to the sale early enough to score the high-quality Matisse poster-print calendars and other fabulous editions my friend does, but I always came away with a pleasing selection of three, and it cost me less than half of what I just paid. I don’t begrudge the University Book Store its forty-five dollars, and $14.99 is not a lot to spend for a splash of art. But I miss the singular joy that is Earth’s Biggest Calendar Sale.


Pegasus bookstore on January 1.

As for the book I bought? Old Man’s War, by John Scalzi. I’m starting it tonight.

Eunice Gourmet has its merits

2 Nov

Eunice sign

Last Thursday we tried out Eunice Gourmet Café at 1162 Solano Ave in Albany, CA, which is an unpretentious little lunch place with small tables for one or two inside and a few outside that will seat three or four. It looks like a cozy place to get coffee and a cookie and curl up with a book on the couch near the window.

While you wait in line to place your order, you have to pass by the plethora of gelato options, all of which looked delicious, but I’ll have to reserve judgment on their dessert offerings for another time. (The pecan bars next to the cashier looked heavenly too.)

The prices seemed quite reasonable, and the variety on the menu was impressive for such a small place. I also appreciated that even when I just wanted water, they gave me a big cup with ice water rather than pointing to a serve-yourself pitcher and minuscule cups that I’ve noticed in many places lately.

My Caesar salad was pre-made, so I shouldn’t have been surprised that the yummy-looking croutons on top were a bit soggy. Oh, well.

my sandwich

It looks really good, doesn’t it?

I was excited when my sandwich arrived. It looked yummy. However, although the ingredients were interesting—sundried tomatoes, mozzarella, and pesto—it was fine but nothing special. Even with the mustard, it was a bit dry. Dave was a bit disappointed in his sandwich too, which had artichoke hearts and feta, but not a lot of flavor. George ordered what they referred to as a Panini, but it didn’t really look like any Panini I’d ever seen before. Part of the problem may have been the bread. Despite many options, they didn’t carry rye, so he opted for wheat, which didn’t seem to work as well. The cheese melted inside, but it wasn’t crusty on the outside.

dp's sandwichSo it wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t great either. I think I do want to go back for coffee and sweets some time though. I have a feeling that’s where their strengths lie.


Bua Luang Thai Cuisine is pleasing

24 Oct
Thai iced coffees

Thai iced coffees, one mixed, one not

Because I’ve been on vacation, it’s been three weeks since my last Lunching Down Solano post. Today we visited 1166 Solano Ave, the home of Bua Luang Thai Cuisine, which is currently celebrating Halloween in spades. A fat mummy and a Frankenstein monster are painted on the window, the ceiling is adorned with fake cottony spider webs that house not only spiders but bats, and balloons with bloody handprints and skulls are tucked into various corners of the restaurant.

The wall-hung chalk menu show the specialties of the house in the neatest printing I’ve ever seen. George made the comment that it didn’t even look like it was done by hand because it was too perfect, prompting suspicion on my part that perhaps someone has figured out how to artificially create chalkboard letters that nevertheless appear hand drawn….

George's curry

George’s red curry pork with the odd little table decoration that I’m assuming is supposed to look like a floating water lily, but since it’s fake, there’s no water.

Service was prompt. We ordered at noon and had received all our food by 12:10. Of course the first dishes brought to the table were the obligatory salads that I could have done without. I took a tiny taste of the white stuff on top of it and surmised it was undoubtedly a mayonnaise-based dressing, at which point, I pushed it aside. I wish someone could explain to me why restaurants with otherwise good food feel the need to foist small dressing-laden salads on unsuspecting diners. I suppose I should have asked what the dressing was before it arrived, but I was distracted by the holiday decorations.

I was feeling weak-willed, so I ordered the Thai iced coffee, which was really good. Then I happened to notice a fellow Weight Watcher being seated at a table across the restaurant. Damn! She would see the tall glass of sweet, icy goodness in front of me and know that I was playing fast and loose with my discretional points. Thank goodness she ordered one too. Now we can guard each others’ secret, and nobody has the upper hand.

pumpkin curry combo

My chicken pumpkin curry combo, with brown rice swapped in for an extra $.50.

I got the $12.95 lunch combo, which was one appetizer, one entrée, steamed rice, and the aforementioned salad. It was a bit pricey for a lunch, but it was a pretty big portion. (Of course, considering that the salad brought negative value to the combo, I think that omitting the salad and charging less just makes sense.)

The spring roll was fine, but it didn’t have any mint in it. It’s not that it advertised that it had mint in it and then didn’t. It’s just that I really like mint in spring rolls, so I missed it. My pumpkin curry was just the right amount of spicy and had a good mixture of chicken, pumpkin, and other veggies.

Dave's tofu and basil dish

Dave’s tofu basil dish (Bonus points if you can find the basil!)

Dave’s basil and tofu had very little basil in it, so he was disappointed. George’s pork was on the dry side, but he liked the red curry. Rather than opting for one of the lunch combos, Dave and George both ordered off the menu, which in most places would be more expensive. But their dishes were $8.95 and also came with rice and salad. So essentially I got one spring roll for $4. It’s not outrageous, but it’s somewhat counter-intuitive when it comes to lunch pricing.

yucky salad

I almost forgot to add my photo of the yucky salad!

If you disregard the salad, the food was good. The service was quite good. (My water glass was never empty.) And the Halloween decorations were festive. All in all, a pleasant lunch.

American Visionary Arts Museum rocks!

21 Oct

AVAM building

If you are ever in Baltimore (or even nearby), you must go to the American Visionary Arts Museum, affectionately referred to as A-VAM by locals. It has the most eclectic collection of modern art I’ve ever seen, the common denominator being fun. From Brian Dowdall’s colorful Baltimore Beasties in the basement to the kinetic sculptures to the wedding altar in the garden, there is much to engage the senses for young and old alike.

Kylie inside wedding altar @AVAM

Kylie sits in the wooden meditation chapel/wedding altar built by Ben Wilson.

Most popular with the youngest attendees we saw was the exhibit on flatulence, where one young girl took great delight in pushing the button that created various fart noises. (Luckily, it was not equipped with smell-o-rama technology.)

An amazing coincidence occurred in the Tall Sculpture Barn. I was reading the explanatory plaque about the roughly five-foot tall ball of bras and discovered that it was created by local East Bay artist Emily Duffy, the daughter of my good friend Evey!  I’d met Emily completely separately from her mom in the “How Berkeley Can You Be?” parade several years ago when I was driving our toy-covered Dodge Colt, while she drove her Mondrian car and wore a matching dress.

AVAM duck sculptureWe weren’t allowed to take photos inside the museum, so I can’t show you the bra ball here. But it looks pretty much the way you would imagine a huge ball of bras to look.

One of my favorite exhibits was their collection of whimsical miniature mechanical pieces that were operated by a button. AVAM hat

And it has the best museum gift shop—full of inexpensive, funny, and unusual items including jewelry, hats, books, and much more. I  bought a scarf and a mood ring. Dave bought several postcards. And the three of us got matching AVAM hats!

We happened to arrive at the museum on a day when the power had gone out on two of the floors, so we were admitted free of charge! Although we were limited as to what we could see, we were still there for a couple of hours, and I left completely satisfied. I would definitely go again.

For more info on AVAM, go to

Baltimore is full of surprises!

17 Oct

Bmore Hamden Love

Baltimore appears to be a city of a thousand faces. Ask a native to give you the quintessential B’more tour, and you’re likely to get itineraries as varied as the people you ask. Clearly three days is not enough time to really do Baltimore, but it has allowed us to dip our toes into the world of our 21-year old daughter, who loves her home away from home.

Photos will go a lot further in describing this Maryland city than mere words, so I present a sparsely narrated photo essay of one mother’s experience of Baltimore.

Bmore Hamden huns

These ladies represent the beloved Hons, who pop up everywhere, though their presence in the Hamden neighborhood seemed particularly abundant.

Cafe Hun in Hamden

We didn’t actually go in Café Hon (also in Hamden), but I enjoyed the outer décor.

Natty boh utz girlApparently there is a romance between two ubiquitous Baltimore icons—Natty Boh, the mustachioed mascot for the beer National Bohemian, and the Utz chips girl. If this is true, I suppose that one day they will produce beer-flavored chips.

SWAT wedding party

Baltimore has loyal and avid sports fans, judging by the wedding party we saw. You can’t see them, but the bride is wearing purple sneakers (the Ravens’ team color). According to one of the guys setting up for the reception in a museum we were visiting, they have a large-screen TV live streaming the Orioles game, so they don’t miss a second of the action, which was nearby, judging from the many Orioles fans walking from far-off illegal parking places toward the stadium. The ceremony was supposed to start at 6:00, but the game was threatening to delay their vows. (Apparently they had planned the wedding, not anticipating that the Orioles would make the playoffs.)

Paper Moon Diner cars

Outside décor at Paper Moon Diner

blue car man outside PMC

blue car man outside Paper Moon Diner

The Paper Moon Diner is a must-see and probably deserves its own post, but here are just some of the many photos I took there.

Pez bigger

Pez dispenser collection at Paper Moon Diner



Stalking the Bogeyman in NYC

12 Oct
Roderick Hill as David Holthouse

Roderick Hill as David Holthouse

While we were in New York City, we took advantage of our friend’s membership in the Theater Development Fund to purchase discount tickets to an off-Broadway show.

The play was based on an intense true story that aired on This American Life. The story begins when David Holthouse is seven years old, played convincingly by Roderick Hill. The actor does an excellent job of portraying a child at different ages and as an adult without giving in to the instinct that many might have to overplay children.

In case you are someone who pays attention to trigger warnings, perhaps I should disclose now that the play revolves around the rape of a child.

Recently relocated to Anchorage, David’s family had been invited to have cocktails with neighbors at their house. While the grown-ups chatter on about sports and life in Alaska, David is blithely sent off to the basement to hang out with the teenage boy who pretends to be a big-brother figure for a while but ends up violently raping him.

NYC Stalking set close-upThe play focuses on David trying to recover while keeping it all a secret through his adulthood. He becomes a journalist, moves to Denver, and seeks therapy, but he learns that his rapist has also moved to Denver. He comes to the conclusion that in order to move on with his own life and also to protect other children who could come into contact with this duplicitous monster, he must murder him.

Stalking set

The set design is noteworthy for its attention to detail and its flexibility in becoming the backdrop to many separate scenes while also portraying the different eras portrayed within the play. The Atari game immediately places one solidly in the early 70s, and the walls of photos connected by strings illustrate David’s intricate plans to kill his rapist.

Stalking the Bogeyman is an intense, worthwhile evening of theater. It is playing at an New World Stages on West 50th Street, where on any night there are five different performances going on at once—a veritable multiplex of live theater, which attests to the robust theater scene in Manhattan. It’s encouraging to know that NYC is still a place where one can see intimate drama as well as huge Broadway productions.

Stalking cast

the cast of Stalking the Bogeyman


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